NewandMoe

Owen had been a god for a thousand years.
But due to slacking off, he was judged by the gods and exiled to a world on the brink of destruction. 
Soon after, Owen awakened a system and received his first task. 
But the task was... to create the best pub in the world? 
And to become the greatest bartender ever?
Come on, I'm a god!
Thus began his not-so-peaceful life as a bartender.
[Ding! Detected that Host has mixed a special drink, which has evolved infinitely into god-tier mana liquid!]
[Ding! Detected that Host has assembled a rifle, which has evolved infinitely into the most powerful magic cannon!]
[Ding! Detected that Host has taken in a homeless man, who has evolved infinitely into the strongest human on the planet!]
Well, I guess I can accept this.
Saving the world through unconventional means starts today!

I’ve Already Become a God, and You Told Me to Be a Bartender?

Not only did Owen's companions already admire him, but their respect for him grew even more after he easily lifted the Hammer of Divine Touch.

Regardless of what others might think, to them, Owen was definitely a person chosen by the gods.

"Lord Owen is the Envoy of Wine, chosen by the Goddess of Wine herself. He is both powerful and blessed. It's only natural that he could lift the Hammer of Divine Touch," Amtea reasoned. "But why did the hammer shatter?"

"Could it be that Lord Owen's strength was too overwhelming for the hammer to handle, causing it to break into pieces?"

The more he thought about it, the more he believed this theory made sense.

The others agreed with this reasoning as well, interpreting all of Owen's actions as part of his low-key persona.

After wandering for a while, Owen began to feel hungrier and hungrier.

Chapter74-Sir, Your Jerky Smells So Good!